"I am a farm fairy today. I come from all around the world and have different names in different countries and different states. I find people who are sad, and I make them happy. Do you remember my name?"

"No"

"Mully, My name is Mully."

"Thank you, Henriette. I am pleased to meet you too. You have very good manners."

"I know,"

"Why not?"

"I have autism. That means I don't understand people very well, and most people don't understand me. I get annoyed when they keep saying, 'I don't know what you mean.' People say that to me a lot, and they call me names like retard and crazy girl."

"How does that make you feel?"

"Mad I want to tell all of them to shut the **** up. But then I get in trouble for not using manners. It's confusing."

"What do you do when you're confused?"

"I want to punch them, but I know I shouldn't. So I think it's better if I hurt myself."

"I understand," said Mully. "It will make me sad if I see you hurt yourself."

"I know," replied Henriette. "I'm tired now. I don't want to talk anymore."

"I can respect that," answered Mully. " I will be here when you want to visit me."